The Seed

It was pleasant to rest for a moment under the tree. It offered shade from the harsh summer heat that encompassed my life. The tickling tendrils of breeze-blown grass brought a smile to my lips as I lay back pondering the bobbing fruit that hung over my head imagining how heavy it would feel in my hand how tough the skin would be as my teeth broke the surface how sweet the juices would taste as they ran over my tongue and into my throat. Yes, I would enjoy this Apple. I rose from my bed of green took it in my hands gently provoked it from the tree held it for a moment entranced. It was not the fruit that captivated me but what lay hidden within that which only I could discover. The Apple was mine to consume with my Father’s guidance.